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Fight

The marriage proposal like a forced march through Fort Jackson, a backpack Full of chert beating on his spine. He stood his ground with her. His actions spoke volumes. Good soldiers die with assurance. No romance in war. Refreshingly quiet, The dutiful tour. She paced herself sleepy. She could rest in peace. Honor the hero. (He'd saved her once.) Uniform with purpose. Fight the good fight. The battle impressed. Things escalated. Orders got shouted. Ammunition, manufactured. Grenades for detonating. Entire minefields laid. (Dangerous territory: Don't play the field.) Tanks roll in now. She runs for cover. Still he stands strong. Warriors don't yield. Until there is torture. Torture's illegal. But you know what gets said About love, and real war. They'd die for each other But living, so different. They live with surrender: Embattlement, love.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/14/2009 4:10:00 PM
Listen, lady - blow the horn. Powerful images, wonderfully sustained, this tragic song is sweet as forever.
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Date: 3/14/2009 2:01:00 PM
how much do we under value noble men & women.....nice write, Irene! Jim
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Date: 3/10/2009 4:02:00 PM
This is a beautiful, yet very sad testament...the last stanza is powerful. "He saved her once"....so touching. Regards, Sara
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